by Jaimi Wilson
She scoffs loud enough for it to echo down the hall. "Whatever you say, Liam, but we both know that girl in there isn't mate material. If anything, Sabine was your mate and you just denied it. I bet my life that when we free her, she will want you back. She'll make you realize that Jasmine isn't your mate."
"If Sabine doesn't respect my relationship with Jasmine, then that's on her. Now, if you don't mind, my mate is in bed waiting for me to return to her, unless there's something of actual importance you came here to tell me?"
Their voices lower, and I can no longer hear what's being said, only the murmur of conversation. However, I don't get a chance to focus on that because Benji chooses that moment to distract me by trailing his hand up the inside of my thigh, running his fingers over me delicately, which makes me shiver.
He plays with my clit, making me absolutely drenched with arousal. He teases me mercilessly before whispering in my ear. "You think you can be loud enough to distract Liam but not so loud as to alert Neira to what I'm doing to you?"
I moan softly as he slowly slips a finger inside me. He works me and I moan louder when he strikes over that certain spot deep inside me that makes my breath hitch with the need for more.
I grind against him, loving the way he chuckles darkly. "Easy, Jazzy. We want to tease Liam. I know you're excited, but it will all be worth it, I promise," he breathes, pumping his finger a little faster.
He removes his finger to gently tap my clit, causing me to arch off the bed with a soft cry. He rolls me onto my back and props himself on his elbow as he looks down at me with desire in his gaze. "Do you know how much I missed you?"
He slips his finger back inside me, torturously slow as his thumb rubs my clit. I pant, unable to answer him as he presses his lips to mine. I groan in response as he inserts a second finger inside me, moving them gently as if he's making love to me.
He rolls onto his back with a chuckle, his fingers leaving me aching and feeling empty. I groan in annoyance. "No fair!" I roll onto my side and see his cock jutting up, and a plan comes to mind.
I throw my leg over his hip, positioning myself above him as I straddle his waist.
I ease his hard cock inside me, impressed with his restraint for not just thrusting up into me deeply. My heart races as he looks up at me with lust-filled eyes.
"You're not making any noise, Jazzy. How is Liam going to know he's missing out on this if you don't tell him?" He smirks as I slide down onto him, stilling when he's buried deep inside me.
I'd lost track of the fact Liam was outside, too concentrated on Benji's touch, but at the reminder, I smirk and slowly move up and down on his hard cock. Little moans escape my lips as he thrusts, using his piercing to rub over my g-spot, making me cry out.
I lean forward to kiss him as the door to our room opens, but I ignore it, sensing Liam as he walks into the room and comes to stand behind us as I continue to fuck Benji.
I sit up, feeling close to that edge, and see in Benji’s eyes that he's about to lose it, too.
The bed moves as Liam climbs on, and I wait, expecting to see him beside me, but instead I feel him behind me. His hands grip my hips, and I stall, losing the momentum I had going. His breath shivers along my skin as he leans close enough to whisper in my ear.
"What's wrong, Jasmine? Do you need something?" he asks as he lifts my hips until only the tip of Benji remains inside me. "Wouldn't want you to finish too soon, would we?" he murmurs darkly, and I know this is my punishment for last night.
Damn me and my lack of gag reflex.
Liam guides me up and down in a steady rhythm. Benji is lost in the pleasure as Liam moves me, guiding me as I fuck Benji, his fingers digging into my ass as he does.
We move like this until I feel Benji's breath quicken, and Liam starts to drives me harder until Benji cries out his release.
I collapse above him, feeling needier than ever because Liam intentionally kept me out of reach of my orgasm. What an ass!
Benji closes his eyes with deep breaths, and Liam looks down at him over my shoulder. "Mind if I steal our mate?"
Benji lifts a hand, giving him the thumbs up and pulling me down to his lips for a chaste kiss. "If he doesn't give you what you need, I'll fix that, I promise," he whispers with a lazy smile.
Liam chuckles from behind me, "Oh, I don't think that will be a problem. Come on, Jasmine, I'd like to give you a shower and help you clean up."
I sigh, climbing off of Benji. I take one last lingering look at his still hard cock and wish I could just spend the rest of the day riding such a magnificent specimen. But, I have more than one mate to satisfy.
Why does that thought not incite anxiety, but a desire the likes of which I haven't felt in a long time? Maybe it’s a result of last night? I have to admit, having them both in one night and knowing they are both okay with sharing me has lessened the burden significantly.
Now, I just need to maintain the emotional connection with both of them if I want everything to remain somewhat balanced.
Liam leads me into the bathroom, turning the water on and hanging a fresh towel for each of us beside the shower door. The shower, while not too large, is big enough to fit both of us comfortably with enough room to still move around.
He moves me under the water and lets the warm spray flow over me, washing away the combined body fluids from the last twenty-four hours. He reaches for a sponge I didn't even notice and lathers it up with soap.
"I'm going to wash you clean. You're going to hold still while I do, or I'll start again. Three strikes, and I'll leave you to take care of yourself. And I'll make sure neither Benji nor I ease your needs for at least twenty-four hours as punishment. Understood?"
I suck in a breath, even more turned on by his dominant tone and expression. I nod, knowing I will obey, if only just to have his hands all over me. "I'll behave."
He smirks and moves the lathered sponge over my shoulders and down my collarbone, the whole time keeping his eyes on mine. The control behind those eyes makes me wonder if I misjudged him. I thought he was the softer one of my mates, but after last night and today, I suspect he's the more controlling of the two.
He moves lower, the hand holding the sponge running over my right breast as his left hand uses the trail of soap to tease my left nipple. Even though his touch is setting me on fire, I remain still, staring into those violet eyes.
The water runs over us, washing the soap away, and I can't help but twitch. Why have me stand under the water as he’s trying to clean me? It just washes the soap away.
He moves on to my other breast, switching hands as he does so. He continues the same slow torturous movement before moving down to my abdomen and along my waist.
He completely ignores my throbbing pussy, bypassing it and dropping to his knees as he starts on my right leg. He looks up at me, his eyes filled with lust as he dutifully cleans every inch of each leg before finally moving on to the area I want him to touch most.
He throws the sponge to the side, holding out his hand palm up. "Hand me the soap."
I do as he says, giving him the bar of soap. I watch as he rubs it between his hands, lathering them up with soap before dropping it, diving between my legs without hesitation.
I've never had someone show so much care with me, like I was something so precious. Usually, guys just want to fuck and then leave. To know my mate respects me enough to take care of me softens my heart a little. Maybe I can let that wall around my heart down enough to let him in so I can actually get to know him.
He cleans my pussy, using care and precision that I would never have dreamed him capable of. Afterward, he uses the running shower water to clean the soap off me. He stays kneeling between my legs and looks up at me as water runs over the two of us. He smiles up at me like the predator he is.
"Do you want me to kiss you, Jasmine?" His voice, while murmuring, is still loud enough to hear over the water, and I nod breathlessly.
I'm so needy right now, and the only thing keeping me s
till is the thought of him denying me any kind of release. I need it. Touching myself will just not feel the same.
He presses his lips against my pussy and flicks out his tongue, letting out a moan as he tastes me. "God, you're so fucking addictive, Jasmine."
I pant, wanting to beg, but I'm still held in place with the fear that if I speak, he'll stop. It heightens what's happening that much more and makes me clamp my inner walls, seeking some kind of relief.
My moan escapes my lips, and his gaze jerks up, making me whimper in both fear and anticipation of his punishment.
Liam gets to his feet and lets out a satisfied growl. "Hands on the wall, legs apart."
My body tingles and I do as he says. He runs a hand down my spine, before pulling his hand away and spanking me. He uses his feet to force my legs further apart and pushes my back down a touch, so my forehead is pressing against the wall, lining himself up to my entrance behind me.
"Is this what you want, Jasmine? Me, fucking my mate like the dirty girl she is?"
He spanks me again when I don't answer right away. "Answer your mate!"
"Yes," I moan against the wall.
“Yes, what? You want me to fuck you? Or would you like me to leave you here like this, desperate and begging for me?"
I groan in frustration. "Fuck me! As your goddamn mate, I want you to fuck–" My words cease abruptly and I cry out when he thrusts his cock inside me without any warning. I almost melt into a puddle at his feet. Being filled by either of my men gives me such a sense of belonging.
Liam fucks me hard against the cool bathroom tile, taking me possessively as if he needs to reaffirm I belong to him. I feel his lips on my shoulder before the sting of teeth as he bites down, marking me.
Something between us changes in that moment, and he pounds into me faster as his teeth remain fastened to my shoulder, growling until my orgasm hits me, taking us both by surprise. He releases my shoulder to cry out, clutching me around the abdomen and bracing with one hand on the wall.
He pulls out of me and places a gentle kiss over the bite. "Sorry if I hurt you, mate."
Hearing him call me that sends a tingle straight to my nipples, and my eyes widen. How the fuck am I still horny?
Benji whistles as he opens the shower door. "You guys done? Josh is outside saying Neira is getting impatient."
Liam sighs, and I step under the spray of water again, washing off the bit of blood that has run down my shoulder from where Liam bit me. Then I step out of the shower, taking the towel that Benji offers.
I dry myself off, wrapping the towel around me as I meet Benji’s gaze. "I'll go get dressed while you clean up. I'll meet you out there, and we can sort this shit out. I'm already tired of Neira being here. The sooner her sister is rescued, the better."
Sixteen
Jasmine
After we all finished getting dressed, Liam brought us all to the kitchen and made breakfast while Neira waited impatiently for us to finish eating.
The whole time I had a smile on my face. Neira may have been my assessor, but that in no way means I like her. And after hearing her words early this morning, I find myself disliking her even more.
Liam clears away our plates, while we all move out to the dining room. Josh brings in the coffee pot, with Neira trailing after him, looking like a woman with a stick shoved up her ass.
Once everyone is seated again, I pour a cup of coffee, grateful for something to do with my hands. Liam and Benji sit on either side of me at one end of the table, while Neira is at the opposite end. Josh is leaning against the wall, cradling a fresh cup of coffee and using it to hide his smirk as he watches us.
"Can we start planning how to rescue my sister and free Stephen yet? Or do you have more important things to get to? Maybe another fuck?" The snide tone in Neira’s voice just amuses me.
I turn to Liam first, then Benji. "Actually, I could go for another fuck." I rise from the table amidst Josh’s sniggering. Liam gets up too, his eyes flaring with lust, but then Neira flings magic at him.
I deflect it on instinct, spinning my hand as I send it back to her and watch on with delight as she's bound to the spot. Bitch thinks she can use magic on MY mate? She's got another thing coming.
I lean over and glare down the table at her. "You ever, and I mean ever, try to use magic on either of my mates again, I'll bind your magic. Do you hear me?"
She gives a curt nod, and I release my hold on her, letting her slump back down in her seat with defeat. She may be a level two, but I will gladly hand her a beating if she dares touch what's mine.
Liam reaches over and pulls me into his lap, probably feeling the wave of emotion I'm letting off. He brushes my hair to the side to whisper in my ear, his voice filled with the edge of a growl. "I could definitely go for another fuck, especially after that show of power."
My panties are instantly soaked by his words, and I fight the urge to groan. So totally not fair to use his voice on me like that.
Benji smiles over at us, the love in his eyes making me feel overly warm. He turns back, staring at Neira with a hard expression. "You were invited here as a courtesy. I will not allow your childish games to upset my mate. So, I will give you two choices. Swallow your bitter pill and do what you came here for, or leave."
"You'd kick me off pack lands for trying to prevent Liam from being swayed by her magic?" she asks, her eyes conveying her shock, obviously not expecting either of them to issue an ultimatum.
He shakes his head sadly. "She wasn't using her magic on us. We both truly care for Jasmine, but you're too blinded to see the love between us. Instead, you want to believe it’s magic because you have no understanding of what it's like between mates."
"Fine, I'll leave it be for now, but I will find out what she's done to you. No one can fall in love that quickly." Her voice is filled with anger, and I do my best not to point out I'm not in love, because I know Benji is making a point. Saying I love them is a bit too strong for me right now. Have deep feelings for them, yes. But love? I don't know if I can say that word out loud yet. It feels like a curse. One drop of the ‘L’ word and boom, shit fucks up.
Benji nods, satisfied, and sits back down. "Good. Now let’s figure out how exactly we're going to save your sister and lift the curse off Stephen."
It’s well into the day, and we're all gathered around looking at the blueprints Neira just happened to have brought with her, which I find suspicious. None of the guys seemed to notice this, though. Like, why would she bring blueprints when she didn't even know what we had planned? It feels like some kind of trojan, and I know better than to accept a gift like this without thinking through all the possible consequences.
When I asked her where she got them from, she waved the question off with a simple, 'Oh, I got them off the internet.' Likely excuse, but without more proof, I couldn't exactly nail her to the wall for answers, even though I really, really wanted to. She just rubbed me the wrong way.
The plan, so far, is to go visit the house where the Order lives to get an accurate feel for the magic protecting it before we make any final plans. We've already tracked her sister to the house, which is good, because at least now our focus isn't going to be split trying to find both Stephen and Sabine.
The thing is, though, why would the Order be holding her sister hostage? She is, after all, a witch, too. Surely they would have sent her to the Soldiers’ holding facility or just killed her? The fact they have her hostage has me dreading her rescue. It makes me feel like it’s some kind of trap.
It could be a trap set to get the two most important wolf members, my mates, away from the protection I cast over the pack lands, but no matter how much I argued the point, Liam took Neira's side, saying Sabine would never side with the Order, and that she needed our help.
Which is why we're sitting here, coming up with a ‘just in case’ plan. Neira has intel that the Order will be leaving the house for an extended period of time tomorrow, so that's our window to scope it out.
"We could get Sabine out tomorrow. We would just have to be quick about it," Neira urges, and something inside me snaps.
"Neira! For fuck’s sake! Think about what you're asking us to do!" I pause, taking a deep breath to get my anger under control. When I'm somewhat calmer, I try to appeal to her. "I know you want to save your sister, but getting ourselves caught and executed is not the way. We have to think this through carefully. It will be the five of us tomorrow. Two witches, and three wolves. There's not enough power between us to fight our way out, and if Sabine is indeed in there, who knows what magic we may need to use to make sure she's okay and then make our escape. Healing, breaking her out, there's just so much we don't understand yet. I beg you to use your common sense here," I plead, trying to get through to her.
Her plan feels like more of a rush job than anything. I may have repelled Evan back once, but my gut is telling me that it won't be that easy if I face him a second time.
She scoffs at my words and rises to her feet, anger clouding her eyes. "And what do you know, Jasmine?" she spits at me, drawing out my name viciously. "You're twenty-five years old and have barely hit your magical peak. I'm sixty-two years old and have fully mastered my magic. I doubt you could offer us advice on things when you've only recently entered our world. Your magic has only just settled, and considering you let Evan into your mind, I don't think we can trust you. For all we know, he's controlling you."
I roll my eyes. "If he was controlling me, then why hasn't he used me to kill you, Benji, and Liam by now? I could have done it at any time yesterday since we spent the day fucking and their guards were down. Right now, you're in my dome of protection. If Evan had me under his control, I’m sure he would have brought that down around us, killing every last person he could get his hands on."